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Today, Tupac would’ve been 43 had he not been killed in 1996. His legacy is synonymous to a being who was wise beyond his years. Arguably one of the most prolifc lyricist of the era, Tupac Shakur was a force to be reckoned with.

Suge Knight: ‘Tupac should have a star on the walk of fame’


Suge Knight has voiced his opinions about who should have a star on Hollywood’s Walk of Fame. 

A TMZ staff member caught up with Knight as he was getting his truck washed in Malibu.

From TMZ:

“If they don’t hurry and put Tupac on the Walk of Fame, all the Tupac fans and all the homies are gonna start going down there and just scratching all the other names off.” Knight says no celebs will be off-limits when his boys start destroying the stars — including Elvis.

Tupac Biopic: Finally Happening!

It’s been 17 years since the world lost one of the most talented rappers of all-time.

Now, producers are planning to release a biopic about Tupac Shakur’s life.

Emmett/Furla/Oasis Films is partnering with Morgan Creek Productions to co-produce Tupac. 

Sex Over Consciousness?








Lights Please

So now we in the hotel
Mirrors on the ceilin’
She say she wanna blow L’s
I hear her and I’m willin’
But everytime I smoke well a nigga mind gone
So that every word I spoke well I’m tryin’ to put her on
But she couldn’t hear me
I told her all about how we been livin’ a lie
And that they’d love to see us all go to prison or die
Like baby look at how they show us on the TV screen
But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans
Then all I really want is for her to get on top
Before you know it she workin’ jerkin’ it non stop
And all that next shit I was previously talkin’
Is now that wet shit that I’m currently lost in
And while that sweat drip I am reminded
All the times my brother told me that pussy is blindin’
I’m findin’ the more I grow the more y’all stay the same
Don’t even know the rules but yet y’all tryin’ to play the game
And ain’t it shameful how niggas blame hoes for givin’ birth
To a baby that took two to make
Coward nigga you a fake
How gon’ look in your sons face and turn your back
Then go start another family dog what type of shit is that?
She said it’s okay
Rubbed my head and told me to relax
Laid a nigga down proper like she was recordin’ tracks
Said I know you wanna change the world
But for the night please
Just reach over and hit the lights please

There are countless feminist critiques of Hip Hop that problematize the overly sexual positions of womyn in lyrics and videos. J. Cole’s account of his attempts to treat a womyn as an agent of consciousness offers a real experience of something that feminists would, more or less, like to see from Hip Hop music. Reminiscent of Tupac’s “Keep Ya Head Up,” Cole camouflages his sincere disproval of situations that continue to be themes in the Black community. Although his lover insists on dimming the lights, her actions cannot silence the animosity he has for fleeing men. I return to my use of “more or less” a few sentences above to address the elements of Cole’s verse that are still deserving of a feminist criticism. Yes he does use the “hoes” but it’s not an endorsement of it. Rather, and this is what makes the verse dope, he’s mimicking the voice of men that are incapable of having relationships that transcend the carnal make-up of the two people involved. Hence the line, “the more I grow the more y’all stay the same,” which is inspired by thoughts of Cole’s brother, who once told him that, “pussy is blinding”. These cats that disrespectfully see womyn as hoes fail to understand love; that love is an extrovert state, meaning that the affect between two people should spill out as energy intent on the liberation of their people. Otherwise Cole wouldn’t try to explain how America uses racism as a resource:  “I told her all about how we been livin’ a lie/ And that they’d love to see us all go to prison or die”.


When High School Lovers Turn Into College Macks (A Peak Into the Objectification of Womyn)

The transition from grammar school to high school floods one’s path with a diverse availability of womyn/men and at a greater numerical degree. Most of our experiences in high school, acknowledging the fact of the transition, owe their thrill to finding that “sweetheart”. Soon, however, all the advice against taking one relationship seriously begins to make sense. As freshman, sophomores, and juniors we never foresee how something abstract as “the college experience” will determine the health of our hearts. Few people hold on to their sweethearts; others, go into the next period of their lives confused about how to take on relationships. The majority of quitted lovers in high school turn into reckless lady/man killers in college, because of the premature intensity they brought to high school relationships.